So I had to leave the barracks fifteen minutes earlier to make it to school in time because it was two miles away. And I also had no idea how long parking would take me there. Although I somehow assumed that there would probably not be so many people with their own cars in the state, I owned a Ford Mustang from 1965. That was probably the only thing I could thank Dad for. But that never happened.I tucked my hands in my jeans pockets. "Oh yeah.  I'll try to stop behind her. " I thought it was closed and ran right out the door before something worse happened here.I got on the Mustang in the driveway, salted the Psychosocial from Slipknot on the radio, and fired it away. The old neighbour, who was just passing by, picked up his cane and threatened me with it. Luckily, I didn't hear him. I bet he doesn't give me very nice nicknames right now. But I didn't care. The last months of my life were drenched in a whirlwind of anger that ate me from within. The path of my life was going nowhere because I didn't want to. I didn't want to think about the future; I didn't want to be reasonable. I wanted to break something and leave my bloody footprints on the face of the world. I wanted to get what had burned me alive.I drummed my fingers to the rhythm of the chorus and sang to the singer. Music was one of the few things that worked like a valve. And it was safe, unlike the other bullshit I did. But I probably didn't want to deal with that much either.Twenty minutes later, I successfully parked in front of the school. I looked in the rearview mirror, which reflected the figures of my future classmates, who were gathering in groups and apparently discussing the latest gossip.All right, Ollie. You can handle this. You'll just pretend to be the lonely, hardened guy who hates everyone. I don't really have to pretend like this. I pulled a leather cord with a pendant from the mirror, pulled it over my head, and then hid Thor's hammer, drawn in silver, behind his T-shirt. Inhale.I got out of the car. Most of the views in the area were aimed directly at me. Exhale. Shit on it.  I was supposed to go to school and spend a few extra hours in the bistro.My gaze was caught by the stop next to the parking lot, where other students got off the bus. One of them caught my eye at first sight. Red hair curled up in a sloppy bun; expressive eyeliner; black clothes; and big white headphones bumped on his ears.She ignored the whole world, and the whole world probably ignored her.No, not really.Lots of glances turned towards her. She didn't seem to be popular. Some part of me felt a kind of alliance, even though she didn't know it.And then the sound of a turbulent engine echoed through the parking lot. One of the local guys apparently tried to impress me on the first day of school. He threw a sharp skid and turned past me. He immediately took the lessons and spun them over and over. Slowly but surely, he approached the redhead, who had no idea what was going on around her.Without realising what I was doing, I sprinted to her.As the back of the car approached her, I grabbed her backpack and yanked. She lost her balance, and we both ended up on the ground. So I ended up on the ground, and she ended up on me.Her headphones flew a little farther, and the car ground them to pieces.I was breathing intermittently and maybe a little shaken by the rush of adrenaline.The jerk, who was driving, finally stopped, and the redhead slid down the asphalt beside me."Are you all right?" I asked bluntly."What the hell was that?" She shouted at me.I raised an eyebrow in disbelief and waved at the car, which was now a few feet away. "I just saved your ass.  'Thank you' would come in handy. "She looked back with a frown. Then she gasped. "My headphones!""Yeah, that sounds almost like thank you," I said sarcastically, finally standing up. I shook her hand, and she just stared at me.Then the asshole finally got out of the car. A tall guy with an awful lot of gel in his hair and so much muscle that even the Hulk wouldn't be ashamed of it. And despite my expectations, he didn't seem to be sorry at all. On the contrary. He was all brown in his face and started yelling at us, "Where the fuck have you been staring?"Jesus, this must be a joke. Pretty bad joke.The redhead pulled herself off the ground next to me, still mesmerising her broken headphones with her eyes.So I took the floor. "Are you doing your ass?  Does it seem normal to you to do such crap in the school parking lot? You could have killed her, moron!" My blood was really boiling. I might have had a severe allergy to jerks. Especially when they looked like John Travolta on steroids.He walked over to me, his face drawn in anger. "She should have looked where she was going, shouldn't she? "He's in the parking lot!""Yeah, and that means you're going to drive around like a complete helpless person without thinking that anything could happen.  You have to find an empty parking lot for this!" I shouted back.A crowd of snowshoers was already gathering around us. And it just occurred to me that the redhead had placed a hand on my forearm, as if she were trying to calm me down. She wants to tell me this isn't worth it. Or that I get terribly off the handle.But I also wanted to be helpless that day. "You should apologise to her, moron," I said, spitting on the ground.There was an excited whisper around.Travolta came closer and grabbed my sweatshirt. When he broke up, I realised that the discussion was over. I cringed quickly, and he rinsed. Also, the redhead managed to jump but didn't catch it for me. The muscle man put everything into the wound and staggered. Before he found his balance, I stood behind him."So you'll apologise?" I snapped at him. Somehow, I wasn't sure if I wanted to be satisfied or just provoked.He ran after me again, and I dodged again, but this time I put a counter in his ribs. With a quiet "ugh", all the air came out of him. Sure, maybe I didn't have as much muscle as he did, but I had a good shot; I've tried that before. It wasn't my first fight, and probably not the last. But he didn't have enough. He recovered and sprang forward again. I picked up the cover and waited. He went against me like a threshing machine. He alternated left and right, forcing me to retreat. But one of the cars stopped my retreat. Before I got my bearings, I caught a great blow to my eyebrows. Great.  Maybe we'll leave another scar there.I shivered and was about to slip out of this trap, but he grabbed me by the throat and lifted me into the air. I thought, "The guy must have sprinkled," as he started making meatballs out of my face.Somewhere in the distance, I heard screams. Someone really wanted Travolt to let me go, but he really didn't want to. He ended up with me after a while. I slid straight to the ground under the onslaught of pain and a burning sensation all over my face. In the meantime, I spat blood on the gravel on the ground.The muscle man looked pleased. "It simply came to our attention then.  You don't have to fuck with me. And now apologise to me, "he demanded.I leaned my head against the car behind me and laughed in disbelief. "Are you doing your ass?  What exactly should I apologise to you for? I can't blame you for having a brain smaller than a hen's egg. "